Post by Renaissance Bennet on May 12, 2007 18:01:37 GMT
Me, Me, Me!
Name: Sam
Age: a saucy 14-year-old
Gender: I don’t have a penis, so I am female
The Character
Full Name: Renaissance Anneliese Rosalie Bennet
Nickname(s): Rena, Ren, Bird-girl, Betch, Santzy
Gender: She has PMS and a vagina
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Grade: 12th
Boarder or Day Student:
Clique: Goth, punk, rebel, popular
Classes: Modern Literature; German; Psychology; Calculus; Anatomy; Theater.
Personality: Renaissance isn't always a mean person, even though she may seem like it. She isn't nasty and hateful as her outer persona looks; she is very kind when she feels compelled, and she hates cutting people down. Even though she is also painfully shy, her looks had somehow gotten her popular with everyone - from the goths, to the nerds, to the jocks. She tries her very best to think about how people would feel if she does something, like how she'd feel if they did it to her. She's trying to be a better person, honest.
She can get hyper and stupid and perverted sometimes, and most of the time the words that come out of her mouth have double meanings. A lot of the time people can't tell whether she's being serious, or sarcastic, she's morphed the two voices so close to each other and so regularly.
She hates it when people think they have shitty lives and that they deserve something more, or something better when all the deserve is a swift kick in the ass. She hates people who cut for pointless reasons - oh yeah, your mom screamed at you about something you were supposed to do, so go get mad and cut yourself, yeah. She thinks they don't know any real pain and that they should be neutered from creating more stupid people.
Appearance: This girl, with her wildly colored hair and ten million different moods, matching her personality perfectly. She'll dye her hair depending on her mood and how much money she has - dye gets expensive sometimes - and she'll wear makeup accordingly. Her lips weren't really built for lipstick, but she'll wear colored gloss sometimes. Her eyes are big enough, and a gorgeous coffee colored brown. Her skin is pale, and marked with a few scars from her hobbies; namely horse backing and dirt biking. Some of the scars did come from running with a bad crowd.
She is tall, skinny, and absolutely model like. She is, unfortunately, small chest, and bony-assed. So basically, all hopes of looking like a model were ruined by her shitty genetics.
Height: 5'8"
Family: Wade Bennet - father [48]
Inez Bennet - mother [deceased][41]
Marnie Bennet - sister [deceased][19]
Colette Huxol-Bennet - stepmother [39]
Hattie Huxol-Bennet - stepsister [14]
Likes:
~Cigarettes
~Alcohol
~Horses
~Pretty boys
~Hanging out with Sasha
~Stealing stuff
~Stealing stuff from Victoria's Secret
Dislikes:
-Getting caught stealing
-Being Hungover
-Having no money
-Her step mom and stepsister
-Stupid boys
History: Renaissance grew up on twenty-five acres of land, with a nice white farm house, a loving mother and father, and an older sister who meant the world to her. She grew up around horses, becoming interested in them in an early age, and learning to ride at about seven.
When she turned eight, her mother died of cancer, leaving her quiet, and depressed. Her grades started slipping, even though she was only in third grade, and she started wearing dark clothes all the time.
The only thing she kept up with was her horses.
Her father hit rocky times, the construction business of his crumbled, leaving the family in shambles. Her older sister, Marnie, died in a car accident soon after.
The bankruptcy forced them to sell the horses, and move to a small suburban home. She turned to music because the horses she loved weren't an option anymore.
After mourning for her mother and sister, she didn't stop wearing dark colors because they were the only things she felt comfortable in.
RPG Sample:
Other: -editedbytheadmin-
Name: Sam
Age: a saucy 14-year-old
Gender: I don’t have a penis, so I am female
The Character
Full Name: Renaissance Anneliese Rosalie Bennet
Nickname(s): Rena, Ren, Bird-girl, Betch, Santzy
Gender: She has PMS and a vagina
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Grade: 12th
Boarder or Day Student:
Clique: Goth, punk, rebel, popular
Classes: Modern Literature; German; Psychology; Calculus; Anatomy; Theater.
Personality: Renaissance isn't always a mean person, even though she may seem like it. She isn't nasty and hateful as her outer persona looks; she is very kind when she feels compelled, and she hates cutting people down. Even though she is also painfully shy, her looks had somehow gotten her popular with everyone - from the goths, to the nerds, to the jocks. She tries her very best to think about how people would feel if she does something, like how she'd feel if they did it to her. She's trying to be a better person, honest.
She can get hyper and stupid and perverted sometimes, and most of the time the words that come out of her mouth have double meanings. A lot of the time people can't tell whether she's being serious, or sarcastic, she's morphed the two voices so close to each other and so regularly.
She hates it when people think they have shitty lives and that they deserve something more, or something better when all the deserve is a swift kick in the ass. She hates people who cut for pointless reasons - oh yeah, your mom screamed at you about something you were supposed to do, so go get mad and cut yourself, yeah. She thinks they don't know any real pain and that they should be neutered from creating more stupid people.
Appearance: This girl, with her wildly colored hair and ten million different moods, matching her personality perfectly. She'll dye her hair depending on her mood and how much money she has - dye gets expensive sometimes - and she'll wear makeup accordingly. Her lips weren't really built for lipstick, but she'll wear colored gloss sometimes. Her eyes are big enough, and a gorgeous coffee colored brown. Her skin is pale, and marked with a few scars from her hobbies; namely horse backing and dirt biking. Some of the scars did come from running with a bad crowd.
She is tall, skinny, and absolutely model like. She is, unfortunately, small chest, and bony-assed. So basically, all hopes of looking like a model were ruined by her shitty genetics.
Height: 5'8"
Family: Wade Bennet - father [48]
Inez Bennet - mother [deceased][41]
Marnie Bennet - sister [deceased][19]
Colette Huxol-Bennet - stepmother [39]
Hattie Huxol-Bennet - stepsister [14]
Likes:
~Cigarettes
~Alcohol
~Horses
~Pretty boys
~Hanging out with Sasha
~Stealing stuff
~Stealing stuff from Victoria's Secret
Dislikes:
-Getting caught stealing
-Being Hungover
-Having no money
-Her step mom and stepsister
-Stupid boys
History: Renaissance grew up on twenty-five acres of land, with a nice white farm house, a loving mother and father, and an older sister who meant the world to her. She grew up around horses, becoming interested in them in an early age, and learning to ride at about seven.
When she turned eight, her mother died of cancer, leaving her quiet, and depressed. Her grades started slipping, even though she was only in third grade, and she started wearing dark clothes all the time.
The only thing she kept up with was her horses.
Her father hit rocky times, the construction business of his crumbled, leaving the family in shambles. Her older sister, Marnie, died in a car accident soon after.
The bankruptcy forced them to sell the horses, and move to a small suburban home. She turned to music because the horses she loved weren't an option anymore.
After mourning for her mother and sister, she didn't stop wearing dark colors because they were the only things she felt comfortable in.
RPG Sample:
Anya, at the moment, felt as if she'd peed her pants. She fell backwards, out of her seat, and onto the flooring, the only way to saving her guitar being to hold it up in the air as it were the original ten commandments. Sneering, she sat up, rubbing the small of her back which had taken most of the blow. Her head ached a little, but the ponytail she kept her hair in cushioned the fall.
She looked around the room and saw the boy that had scared her half to death when she had thought she was totally alone in the room.
Wow, thanks, just appear out of nowhere with your horribly pointy guitar. I appreciate that, oh, by the way, thanks for the concussion, I love that too, she thought for a moment. After her blatant mind hate, she stood up, and brushed off her black bondage pants, then chains a cold twitch under her hands. Yeah, she looked pretty much 'fuck the world' today, but that's how she felt. And the kid sneaking up on her didn't help.
She checked her acoustic, put it back in the case, and looked at the boy again. He was tall, about six feet, somewhere in that region, with dark hair that fell in his face. Kind of pretty, but not over the top drop dead gorgeous.
"Why are you still hiding? I haven't bitten you yet, have I?" she asked, sounding pissy, but not meaning to.
She looked around the room and saw the boy that had scared her half to death when she had thought she was totally alone in the room.
Wow, thanks, just appear out of nowhere with your horribly pointy guitar. I appreciate that, oh, by the way, thanks for the concussion, I love that too, she thought for a moment. After her blatant mind hate, she stood up, and brushed off her black bondage pants, then chains a cold twitch under her hands. Yeah, she looked pretty much 'fuck the world' today, but that's how she felt. And the kid sneaking up on her didn't help.
She checked her acoustic, put it back in the case, and looked at the boy again. He was tall, about six feet, somewhere in that region, with dark hair that fell in his face. Kind of pretty, but not over the top drop dead gorgeous.
"Why are you still hiding? I haven't bitten you yet, have I?" she asked, sounding pissy, but not meaning to.
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